We’re all on the phone. We are held by the light, more transfixed here than ever we were by the television or the computer.
We are pinned down by it. Reason has no power to reduce the spell cast. Something here is always more compelling than anything away from here.
This is not home detention or restriction from freedom. The phone is a cuff, leaving one hand to achieve all other activities.
This is an emergency.
We are under siege.
This painting is a warning and a reminder of our predicament. The portal is fake.
This painting is a record of the artist held under that shadow.